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After-office pints in Londinium

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I’m in London having meetings with the top brass. Had a cheese n pickle sanga when I landed last night at Stansted, had some cheese n pickle on ryvita before dodo and then got 2 cheese n pickle sangas at lunch today. Fantastic. Going to the pub tonight straight from work, which I like. It’s wierd coz I used to think it was really rad to go out really late ‘continental’ style. “It’s so cool, we don’t even have dinner until, like, midnight and then don’t hit the bars until 2.” Whatever.

Go to the boozer straight from the job, the hustle bustle of men in suits and women in skirts n blouses enjoying having freed themselves from the physical master that is the office. Somehow, a pint of lager has five times its usual effect if consumed a) during daylight hours and b) before din dins. Basically you can have a few ales, start shouting/spitting when you talk, get a kebab, nick a couple of traffic cones, be in bed by 10pm and wake up the next day feeling absolutely fine.
Keep St. George in my heart, keep me English.

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Went to the Crown and Sceptre in Fitzrovia for a couple of pints with office mob from HQ, then to an Italian restaurant that was uncomfortably hot, pricey and smelt of puke. We then cut something of a rug in the Social until it closed. The doormen grabbed Kingpin designer Matt Ward and wanted to throw him out at one point for an undisclosed offence, until they worked out they had the wrong guy and he was innocent. He must have a guilty face. It was raining and the tube was shut when we finished so we hailed an illegal cabby, who had a really bad attitude. He gave me some shit as I was getting out, wish I’d taken his number plate and grassed him up, cheeky bastard. I woke up early this am in Victoria, had some brekkie, got the tube to Leicester square, went to Borders, bought a couple of books that I’ve no intention of reading but will leave strategically strewn around my apartment to impress any females lucky enough to be invited inside (‘poetry… wow! are you in to this?… that’s, so, deep’). I just had a pub lunch with my mum in a country pub in Hampshire not far from the site of the first ever game of cricket, will probably eat some more cheese n pickle, watch the european inddor athletics on tv and wait for match of the day.

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